~Learning about Chaucer: His father and grandfather were wine merchants.
~Drawing Giotto: He was not just a painter, but also an architect. He designed the bell tower at the Florence Cathedral.
~Listening to Vivaldi: He trained orphan girls to become world-class musicians at the Ospedale della Pietà.
~Letters from a Roman Solider in Medieval Britain
~Showing the power of the sun's energy concentrated through a lens
~Living room jam sessions
The Prompt was, "Write a poem about a very small object." My 8th grader's response:
My apologies to the squeamish among you.
Oh, the maggot,
He really does have it;
A warm shell and plenty to eat
Poop and toe-jam from human feet.
Not a worry in the world,
Safe here in his tree;
Until he hears a pecking.
What could that be?
Then the beak comes in
And rips him out of his rest,
And the woodpecker flies him to a nearby nest.
He falls down into a baby bird's mouth
Where his body is ripped up and swallowed down south.